Here you will find too many fandoms, ladyships and feelings to count. Always a little angry at the rotten things in the world and hoping to put a dent in them somehow.
I'm very friendly, so please, come chat with me if you like. I don't bite...hard.
Reading a book with even vaguely old timey dialogue fucks up my language abilities so bad for days.
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I just responded to an informal email with “unlike the rest my present difficulties, this one was entirely my fault, but at least it’s easily remedied.”
Forcing myself to edit this next email to sound like a 21st century human wrote it instead of sending “please pardon the delay in communication; I was still lacking in suitable images on Sunday. Happily, this last week’s endeavors have yielded better stockphotos of sexy lawyers”
“Dad may yet effect repairs with sufficient application of wood glue and clamps—it’s simply beyond my capabilities”—unsent text to my mom about a broken piece of furniture
Anon, when I first saw this ask, I thought it was going to be one of those mixers of nice, traditional sounds, like rain or a coffeeshop. And it is! And there’s lofi hiphop, my favorite sound to write to! Which means this is legitimately an excellent tool for writers, and I love you for introducing it to me.
But I also want to say. There are some choices here. That I need to point out. Because they’re either fantastic or questionable, and I can’t decide.
Things like …
Couple arguing.
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Medieval battle.
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Beehive, where you can write to a fuckton of bees.
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Crime scene.
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And actually the perfect soundscape for NaNoWriMo.
Somebody found this last week and reminded me it existed, so I'mma bring it back to this blog because it’s about ten days until some of you will need that last one. :D
I’m never using any other noise generator ever again.
Robot characters who are given names like SL-308-62 but instead of their human friend going Well let’s call you Sally for short, they instead ask the other if they Like their current name.
“Do you like your serial number?” they ask. “Yes, quite. It reminds me of who I am” the robot replies. “I have heard others like me go by different names after some time, and maybe one day I’ll choose one for myself, too. But right now that is my full name, yes” they continue.
Because it’s not your decision to make whether or not the robot will receive a new name. It should be theirs only. What’s the difference? One is more complex and the other is simplified. They were both given by strangers instead of themselves.
“62 will do,” they conclude. “It’s my model number - there will be no other 62 after me.”
Robots who instead start assigning numbers to their human friends
“Not that I mind,” I tell SL-308-62 one afternoon as we enjoy our shared lunch break (I have my packed lunch, and 62 has connected themself to their portable power bank) “but why do your call me ‘four’?”
The LEDs along 62’s appendages twinkle- a tell that they’re mulling over an answer.
“It’s a nickname,” they explain, “you are my fourth acquaintance aboard the station, and I’ve assigned you a serial number. Your full designation is F-001-04.”
“What does the ‘F’ stand for?” I ask, curious and charmed.
“Friend,” SL-308-62 says, their tone fond. “It stands for friend.”
It’s a lot healthier to go for a daily walk than to sign up for a gym membership you won’t be using because you hate that kind of exercise. It’s a lot healthier to eat a frozen meal than to skip a meal because you were too tired to cook something healthy. It’s a lot healthier to take a quick shower than to procrastinate an elaborate routine for days. Don’t aim so high that you won’t be hitting anything!
this is actually really helpful and affirming thanks
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